I got a parking ticket in Nashville for parking in a handicapped zone. It is a dead-end street next to an abandoned warehouse, there is one sign on a telephone pole mounted parallel to the street at about 8′, and the curbs and spaces are not painted. Total fucking bullshit trap.

I’m toying with the idea of hiring Jazz to fight it for me. It’s a 95 dollar ticket.

I was in a rental car, but after talking with Enterprise I’m convinced they would totally nark me out.

Counting your blessings is a surprisingly important enterprise. I don’t think you gents are doing an accurate tally all the good things in your lives, but it’s none of my business. You go ahead and be unhappy if it makes you happy. Douchebags.

I sort of assume that my unhappiness is the result of awareness combined with inability to effect change. I could drop it, ignore it, etc., but it seems like the right thing to do is hold onto it in the hopes that I’ll see an opportunity to alter fate.

Just saw that Jimmy Kimmel Putin skit with Sarah Palin. He may not be the typical super-douchy partisan liberal asshole we all were expecting him to be.

Not buying it. Not sure how that skit came about, but I don’t buy any sort of sincerity there at all. I suspect that his sense of opportunism for laughs may have gotten the best of him, but I don’t in any way he’s not a flaming-pants liberal douche.

Jazz, I am not claiming that he ain’t liberal to the core. He is. But like Leno, he recognizes that you don’t become successful by pissing off half the country. I think he will be successful, just because of this. Others will continue to prefer ideology over success.

Years ago I saw a segment on Oprah (yeah, I know) where one of her guests suggested something that can make a difference in people’s happiness.

Every day, find 5 things that you are grateful for and/or which made you happy that day. Each day you have to find 5 NEW things (you can still be grateful/happy for things you listed on previous days).

It doesn’t have to be anything big (and some days it will be hard to find ANYTHING to be happy/grateful about).

I found that for me personally it made a huge difference in how I felt about things in general, because instead of looking for things to bitch about I was looking for something to add to my “list” for that day.

Everyone has things to be happy and sad about. Some people look for the one happy thing among the pile of sad and embrace it. Some people look for that one sad in a pile of happy and go for it. Be the first sort.

I’m happy that Nessie the Wonder Dog has learned to come when I call…she jumped up on the fence and popped the gate open and was halfway to the bicyclists on the sidewalk out front before I called her and she stopped and came back. Good girl.

I know this guy in the picture. We went to law school together. I still consider him a friend, although I haven’t talked to him since we graduated. He’s been a shit disturber since then, though. He’s pretty much being a dick about this. There’s nothing religious about rabbits and eggs. If there were invitations to a community goat-stoning at his mosque, he wouldn’t object. He’s just being a petty bitch.

Am I the only one who finds Dana Loesch to be a loudmouth? Gawd, she’s tedious. I appreciate what she does, I guess, but I don’t want any part of it. Michelle Malkin, too. They’re harpy-ish, IMO. And that Twitchy site has some decent stuff from time to time, but, man, they over-hype a lot of the shit they feature.

Jazz, the purpose of twitchy is not to appeal to you. It is to screw with liberal shitheads. And it does that very effectively.

Me? I don’t need to read anyone except Ace, Insty, Jonah and Krauthammer. And I don’t need to watch anyone except Megyn Kelly. I suppose if I listen to her, she may have good points, but I like just watching her.

But Putin is a bad guy, so he’s just lookin’ out for the folks. The folks who have $69,000 to $94,000 to spend on a Tesla.
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Exactly. They’re expensive, have low range, but are fast. That solves 1/3rd of what an internal combustion engine does today.

Sean, if it hasn’t happened yet, I wouldn’t worry about it. Our girl dog never did that. Neither did our old Lab.

This particular dog is special.

It is a rushed eating trait. Bubba has done this before with marginal-size rawhides. He doesn’t take the time to get them really soft enough to go down the pipe, but he thinks they’re small enough and tries anyway, and fails.

I threw away the rest of the bag of wrong-size rawhides and I’m going to switch him back to whole raw beef bones next week. Make him remember how to gnaw and work again.

That’s the interesting thing–Riley will practically inhale his food, but he gnaws really methodically on his chew toys. We stopped giving him lima beans in his food–not because he was choking on them or anything, but they were coming out more or less whole on the other end (POOP BLOG!!!) and thus not really providing any nutritional benefit.

I wouldn’t expect you to, Andy. ;-) The tone changed – inevitable as readership expanded. It is what it is. I’m happy here, and some of you cobs hang out here, so if I feel the need to get feedback out, I’ve get a better avenue of communication here, anyway. And I don’t have to deal with … stuff.

Winifred Mitchell Baker, better known simply as Mitchell Baker, is the Chairperson of the Mozilla Foundation and Chairperson and former Chief Executive Officer of the Mozilla Corporation, a subsidiary of the Mozilla Foundation

Winifred Mitchell Baker, better known simply as Mitchell Baker, is the Chairperson of the Mozilla Foundation and Chairperson and former Chief Executive Officer of the Mozilla Corporation, a subsidiary of the Mozilla Foundation

Tonight, some little girl cries because her Raggedy Ann donated its hair to Winny, and lodges of beavers covet Winny’s teeth.

I made my 5,000 step goal every day this past week. I choose to be happy about that and ignore the asshole (not Mr. RFH, he knows better) who said why not 6,000? Because just doing that means 35 points for the health insurance, and on a bad day, I don’t even break 1,000.

Phat, I have a Fitbit and a dongle (your whore mouth, shut it) on my laptop that reads the activity and updates the health insurance points automatically. This one can also do the sleep mode study, but I skipped it after the first month because it was more effort than perceived benefit. There’s a couple of other trackers, but I would have to pay for them, and I’d just as soon use this one until I forget about it in the wash and break it.

All he had pouring out in ’95 or ’96 was crazy. I booked him to speak at a client’s annual meeting and he was a rambling headcase who couldn’t even remember the name of the company or what they did. It was embarrassing.

He droned on so long with a whole lot of nothing that I ended up having to go to his house another day to get him to sign copies of his autobiography. That was part of the deal — speak, sign copies of the book for all the attendees and hop on the private plane back home.

I get there, (his wife, Jan, is wonderful), and he refuses to sign the books. I’m leaning down across the coffee table handing him a book to please sign and realize at about the same time that he does that the bodice of my dress was loose enough to give him a flash of upholstered boobies.

Did I use that to get those stupid books signed and go back to the agency triumphant?